Shannon's Bed

I am afraid the utter hilarity may not translate, but yesterday when Shannon moved in, we put his "real" bed onto my guest room's platform bed frame (in case that doesn't register: platform beds are made for a mattress only, no box springs -- all slick and minimalist and modern and asian-y).

The result: Shannon's bed is about four feet high -- that thing on the left is a nightstand and that thing in front of it is a footstool I put there so Shannon could actually climb into his massively high bed.

When I saw it, I was immediately overtaken by a fit of uncontrollable, hysterical laughter, which lasted a good five minutes. It was the best thing that has happened to me in ages.

And that was when we knew we were going to have the time of our lives.